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- Oh my God! No!

- You don't have to do this.

- Oh my God! Terry!

- Terry and Christine's murder

changed everything.

They were my friends and I'd failed them.

But I knew who was responsible.

- Woo-hoo!

- And I wanted revenge.

- I got your message. Sounded urgent.

- This is just between you and me.

What if I said to you I can give you Carl Williams?

- Why? You work for Carl Williams.

He's your most lucrative client.

- You want to stop the gangland war?

Carl is the fucking war.

- Carl was out of control.

He had to be stopped.

That's the promise I made to the cops.

All I needed was the right opportunity.

Michael Marshall was selling ecstasy

out of his hotdog stall, so Carl had him killed.

He was shot in front of his son.

And the man who shot him

was this lowlife right here. Mr Lovely.

He was my golden ticket.

If I could get him to roll,

I could give the cops Carl Williams.

The murder of Michael Marshall was not your idea.

You were just a paid employee, carrying out orders.

Surely, you're smart enough

to try and get something for yourself here.

- Smart enough to know that Carl Williams sent you,

to make sure I plead guilty.

- You're my client, not Carl.

- Yeah, right. If you say so.

- Look, I've been through your case file.

You're in deep shit.

25 years for killing a hotdog guy?

Unless you can give the police something.

- Nah, you're just testing me out.

See if I'll fold. - Oh, come on.

Do I look like Carl's lapdog?

I'm a respected barrister.

If you cop a long jail term, I look bad.

That's the simple fact of it.

- I'll tell you something.

Fuck your pretty hair.

- Yeah, it wasn't going to be easy.

No, no, I'm not there yet.

I was playing a dangerous game.

I had to act like Carl and I were still friends, for now.

- So all right, you seen him in jail, what's he saying?

- Not a word.

- That's not what my spies reckon.

- Your spies? Who are they?

I'm sorry, but I'm the one that's in there,

I'm the one dealing with him,

and I believe he'll cop to the charge.

- Yeah, you waltz in and out in your fuckin' high heels--

- Excuse me?

- Hey Tone, chill.

- Chill? With the Purana Taskforce up my arse?

This prick is dropping my name.

- Why would he, Tony?

You're nowhere near this, are you?

- Well obviously that's why I'm upset.

'Cause if he's pointing the finger at me--

- He's not. I've told you that.

- Look, Nic, I just wanna know he'll keep his mouth shut.

- And I'm promising you that he will.

- I got to work.

I needed this guy to turn

before Carl figured out what I was up to.

As for Carl...

Suited me just fine.

Gave me the time I needed.

Tell me, the money for the Marshall hit,

did Carl pay in cash?

- Carl who?

- Actually, did he pay you at all?

Or has he been slow in sorting that?

I mean, now you're here, why would he bother?

Especially if you shut up and stay here for life.

- How do I know you're not wearing a wire?

- A wire? Are you kidding?

You want me to take my dress off? Huh?

Fuck you.

Do they talk to you in here? Your friends?

The ones you're taking a bullet for.

- Every day.

They send a message just to show they can get me any time.

- You know what conversation

your friends are having right now?

How long does your loyalty last in here?

- A long fucking time, that's how long.

- Well, it's not me you have to convince.

But I know these people.

I know they're nervous,

which makes them favor the safe option.

It's better for everyone, except you.

What I guess it comes down to

is whether or not they trust you.

- They trust me.

- Would you put your life on it?

My client wants to make a deal.

- Well, this is a major breakthrough,

thanks to hard work by Victoria Police,

and we expect several high-level arrests will follow.

Now I may be restricted with some of the answers

I can give at this time,

but I'm more than happy to take questions.

- What the fuck, Nicola? What happened?

- I don't know.

He was solid, I swear.

- I pay you to sort this shit.

- They got to him, somehow.

- You think?

He's gonna tip me right in it.

- Who's gonna believe him?

He's a murderer and convicted rapist.

He's got zero credibility.

- This is how they get convictions.

Crims make shit up and the square heads believe it.

You know this.

- All right, well let's be practical.

They're going to arrest you.

They kinda have to,

now that they've made the big announcement.

So you need to act.

- Act how?

What, leave the country?

Where the fuck am I gonna go?

- Carl reckoned I told him to run.

Whatever I said, I had to, to keep playing the game,

convince him I was on his side.

- Fuck it. I'm not going anywhere.

Maybe you should, but.

Your client's rolled. He's a fuckin' dog.

Who knows what he's saying?

Hello baby.

You hungry? You wanna play?

I'd be careful, Nic.

Not everyone's as nice as me.

- He threatened me, Susan.

It was a direct threat.

- Yep, but he didn't say that he'd harm you himself.

- No. Or yes, I don't know.

Carl's weird like that.

He doesn't lose his shit the way Mokbel does.

It kind of makes him more frightening.

- Okay, what do you want us to do?

Look, I think, if I'm being honest,

they're more likely to go after your client.

He's the one who betrayed them.

- So you'll protect him? The murderer?

- Well, we're taking measures, yes.

He's in an extremely volatile environment--

- And I'm not?

- Nicola, hey, you've done your job as a lawyer, that's all.

- Okay, what I need for you to do

is to take Carl Williams off the street as soon as possible.

- You know I don't make that call.

- Well speak to the person who does!

And then on top of everything else,

I had a fucking stroke.

33 years old. I mean, what the fuck?

But on the bright side...

- Oh fuck off!

- They finally took Carl off the street.

Half the Victorian Police turned up at his Mum's house.

- Come on!

- You're under arrest for the murder of Michael Marshall.

You don't have to say or do anything.

- What, the hotdog guy?

I love hotdogs!

Mum! Mum, call me lawyer!

- Watch your head. - Oh bugger you.

- In early morning raids,

detectives have swooped on drug trafficker, Carl Williams.

Senior police officials are hailing Williams' arrest

as a devastating blow to Melbourne's violent gangland--

- I guess this is what winning looks like.

I don't need anything, thank you.

- But I got you a present.

- They're lovely.

- Oh, babe! Hey!

Don't cry.

- I'm not crying

Six weeks of recovery, no work, no calls.

I hated being out of the loop.

I feel like I'm in prison.

You were right all along.

They're not my friends.

- I never understood why you felt that way,

even for a minute.

- What's your real name?

- You don't want to know that.

- No, I want to.

Tell me your real name.

I can't keep calling you Juicy.

- Kevin.

- Okay. I'll stick with Juicy.

- Hey,

why don't we get out of the city?

Get out of the business, do something new?

- I like my job.

- Well, you can still do it.

They have lawyers down the coast.

Think about it.

A house on the coast, walks along the beach, a little swim.

- Does sound lovely.

- We could do it.

You and me.

- Corruption investigator Tony Fitzgerald, QC,

has handed down a report into the theft

of an internal police file linked

to murdered informer, Terrence Hodson.

- What are you doing? - Don't get sucked in, Nic.

- I was watching it.

Get out of the way. - No, forget that shit.

Let's plan our escape.

- Juicy, I'm in my 30s, not my 60s.

- You just had a fucking stroke.

Oh, whatever.

- Yeah, I'd just had a stroke.

I was weak, bored out of my mind.

So I enjoyed watching Paul stick it to the cops.

The charges on him for the Oakleigh burglary

had been dropped.

Without Terry Hodson as a witness,

the prosecution's case fell apart.

Of course, it didn't stop

the Police Commissioner sacking him.

Dale appealed and won.

He was reinstated.

Then he quit, with full pension and entitlements.

I kind of respected him for that.

- Now that we've got Carl,

I'm going to register you as an informer, officially.

- Sure. Let's create a paper trail.

You're not serious.

- Proper procedure will leave us less exposed.

- You, maybe. Me on the other hand...

- I'm sorry, Nicola,

but I can't keep this up as an informal arrangement.

- Fine. We stop, as of now.

You give me a file, and a number and I've got--

- You're really, really good.

The best.

And there's only three people in the world that will know:

myself, my colleague, and my boss, who I trust with my life.

No one else, ever.

You have my word.

We want Mokbel.

- What?

No. That's not--

- You dislike him as much as I do--

- He's my client.

I can't inform against my own client.

You know that.

- You helped us with Carl.

- That was different.

He wasn't my actual client.

I was acting for him.

No. Forget it.

I do not rat on my clients.

- You start answering your fuckin' phone again?

Alex Kipiani.

- I'm sorry, who?

- Alex Kipiani.

He's a bloke I know.

- Right, I'm not familiar with him.

- I need you to handle

his bail application, all right?

So go down to the custody center, meet him,

get it sorted out.

Keep my name out of it.

- Tony, I've been really sick.

- Yeah, yeah, I know. I heard.

But you're better now, hmm?

You had a rest.

So get down there, meet him, sort it the fuck out.

Okay?

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- I didn't now what I was doing.

Didn't know what was in the car.

All he said was to drive the car

from one location to the other.

- So here's the problem.

I'm duty bound to give this kid the best defense I can.

- There was twelve kilos of coke in the back.

- All Kipiani has to do is roll.

- Look at me.

Do I look like I could afford twelve kilos of coke?

It wasn't mine.

- But that's not what Tony wanted.

- I'm not gonna survive prison.

- So what do I do? Nothing.

What Tony wants, Tony gets.

I was sick of it.

I was nobody's puppet.

Giving up Carl wasn't the end of my problems.

It was barely the beginning.

So I made the hardest choice of my life.

- And as a high-risk source,

you have our assurance that every measure will be taken

to conceal your identity and secure your safety.

You'll be registered as Informer 3838.

- This could get me killed.

So I signed on and agreed to inform on my own clients.

I don't do things by halves.

Once I signed on as an official informer, I went to work.

I gave up everyone,

every lowlife who ever crossed me,

every thug who had it coming,

except one.

- Woo-hoo!

- What can I say?

He had a great lawyer.

- What's all this?

- Perks of the trade.

- Fall off the back of a truck, did they?

- Come on, help us open them.

- A kettle? I've already got a kettle.

Hmm, this one's a bit light.

It's empty.

Juicy, what?

- Open it.

- Oh my God.

- Marry me.

- You know legally you're still married to your first wife.

- Can you stop being a lawyer just for a minute?

- Yes. - Yeah?

- We threw an engagement party.

It cost a ton.

But we didn't care.

We both needed to let loose.

Oi, who belongs to this?

Get away from it! You're out on bail.

Go a bit that way.

- Don't look at me, don't look at me.

See, I love this.

You're still working for me, even here.

- Hmm.

- You should take some time out, Nic.

You know, get married, have babies.

- Me? - Yeah, you and Juicy.

Fuckin' adores ya.

We all do.

Just give it to your boy, right?

It's got the address he needs.

- No, you give it to him. He's just there.

- Are you kidding?

He'll fuckin' lose it. I trust you.

All right, I'm sorry.

I know I've been a fucking grouch, all right?

But you are special to me, Nic, really special.

- Oh Tony, I bet you say that to all the girls.

- No, no, no, I don't.

I owe you.

I'm hearing rumors, Nic.

A lot of rumors.

- About?

- What, you don't know?

Hmm? Honestly?

They're gonna arrest me, Nic.

They're gonna arrest me for Michael Marshall.

- The hotdog guy?

- The fuckin' hotdog guy! Exactly.

For murder!

And you didn't know?

- Carl Williams has already been charged for it--

- They think I'm fuckin' involved in it.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Happy engagement, Nic.

- Oi! Don't touch that.

You just had a stroke. Your heart's weak.

- Fuck my heart.

- Yeah, fuck your heart.

- One more present.

- Ooh, a burner. From you-know-who?

- Is that for your other girlfriend?

- No, no, it's for my other lawyer.

- Ouch! That hurts.

- I love you, Nic.

- It was true what I'd said.

I had to be the best at everything.

The best lover, best lawyer,

even the best snitch.

I'd do whatever it took.

I think Mokbel's up to something.

He's acting weird.

- Yeah, what do you mean "weird?"

- I don't know.

I think he's planning something.

And he gave me a burner phone to give to one of his crew,

so I used it to ring myself and get the number.

- You realize there's now a record of you

on that burner phone.

- Yeah, but I got the number.

I wrote it down.

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Nicola?

You can't play by your own rules.

You do this exactly the way we tell you.

I've told you that like 10 times.

- I should get points for initiative.

- No. No, you could have compromised this entire operation.

If anything happens to you, I'm responsible.

- Right.

So, as usual, you're mostly worried about yourself.

- Mokbel's already before the court.

The only thing you can do now is fuck it up.

I need you to stop.

Got that?

- Fine.

But before anything else could happen,

Tony fled the country.

No idea how.

It wasn't until later we learned he got out by boat.

Clever bastard.

It pissed off the cops.

They took it personally.

- We'll target his empire and destroy it bit by bit,

friends, relatives, associates, employees,

every single facet of Mokbel's business.

It's a cancer.

That includes his legal team.

- Should I organize a meeting?

- Yep, do it. - Mm.

Chikka. - Susan.

- How's life at the top?

- I don't know, I got stuck halfway.

What was that about?

You and the boss?

- It's nothing.

Come on, Nicola.

If there's one person who knows where Mokbel is...

- I know more about Osama bin Laden.

And you didn't want my help anyway.

- Mokbel's disappearance changes everything.

- Well, I've got nothing for you.

- You know there's a feeling amongst police

that lawyers like you have been scamming the system

for too long,

working it for scumbags like Mokbel and Carl Williams.

- We do our job, Detective.

- You play both sides when it suits.

And the word on the street is you tipped him off.

- Mokbel? I never did.

I told you that he was planning something.

- We can charge you, now.

Aiding and abetting, accessory after the fact--

- Accessory? Bullshit.

- You're up to your neck in it, Nicola.

So what is it?

Are you helping them or are you helping us?

- I'm trying to help you,

but you're making it insurmountably fucking difficult.

- Because if you are helping them, we will charge you.

- I don't know where Mokbel is.

- We don't believe you.

- I don't.

- Nicola!

- I don't know where he is.

But, I can give you something else.

Don't judge me.

They left me no choice.

I had to give them something to stay in the clear.

- So he shat himself and had to throw his pants in the bin.

And so I did as well because he was like a brother to me.

And so we're right up there near the tablelands,

got no pants on, waiting for this bloke,

'cause this cop...

- Juicy, call me. Please.

- It's become legend.

To this day, people still search for it.

It's like the bloody Treasure Island of drug tales.

- Police! Stay where you are!

- To this day, it may be my one regret.

- Oh shit! - Don't move!

Get down on the ground!

Get him! Come back here!

- I just don't know who tipped them off.

- Look, it happened.

Now it's about getting the best outcome for you, okay?

- Okay.

- My client's willing to share information

in exchange for favorable treatment.

- Whoa, wait. Hang on, Nic--

- Do you want a moment to confirm that?

- Abso-fuckin'-lutely.

- No, we don't need it.

My client's ready to talk.

Hi, Tudge. - Hey.

- Police also had Juicy's co-pilot,

and yes, I was his lawyer too.

- Whose gear is it?

- No comment.

- Tudge reckons I told him to shut up

and stay solid.

I deny that.

I do admit getting a deal for Juicy.

- I'm going away for this.

- But not for long.

We might even get it suspended still.

You've given them names and dates--

- Nic, I'm going to prison.

You didn't say anything to anyone?

About the job?

I love you, Nic.

- Mr Jucirovic.

- Truly, I had no idea where Tony was,

but my handlers kept asking.

So I did a little digging.

- You in here looking for new clients?

- I'm here as a friend, Carl.

I don't abandon people when they're down.

- It was a joke.

I remember you hassling Fat Tony for his business.

- Have you heard from him?

- Mokbel? No.

You?

- No.

I bet you're still busy, even in here.

- Nah, keepin' me head down.

Why?

Why're you askin?

- I'm just making conversation.

- Just making conversation?

Is that right?

Oh, who would have thought

after all this time, we'd end up mates?

Me and a barrister.

- Carl wasn't stupid.

I was logged into the prison visitor records,

multiple times.

So he was checking with other inmates.

Their court documents, briefs of evidence,

looking for my name.

- You've been busy?

- Yep, it never stops.

- Working for the jacks, you mean.

You've been gathering info for the cops.

You're a fuckin' dog.

- Carl, where's this come from?

- I've checked the records.

You've been talking to a lot of people in here,

some for no reason I can work out, so...

- I'm a lawyer. That's what I do.

- What about that?

It's a statement from one of the dogs giving

evidence against me.

- What's it got to do with me? - Your name's on it!

- The lawyer's name's redacted.

- Yeah, but there's a "she."

They didn't scrub that part out, did they?

- So?

- So, a female criminal lawyer.

There aren't too many of them around, are there?

- I promise you, on my life,

I am not and would not work for the jacks.

You know that.

- Dog.

- The rumor is, is that Carl had the contract

to kill Terry Hodson.

- Terry Hodson was my friend.

There's no way--

- And Carl was your friend, too.

Can I've a drag? - Yep.

- Look, I can't have a source of mine

in the middle of a murder investigation.

- Well, I'd hate to inconvenience you,

but I can't for the life of me see why you care.

- Well to be honest, I wouldn't.

But my boss would.

- Your boss? What does he want with me?

- We'll be touch.

- Oh, this is nice.

- I've been wanting to get together for a while now.

I'm a fan, Nicola, huge admirer of your work.

- That can't be true. - Sincerely.

You've been a help to police in the past,

and from what I've observed,

you're not the sort of person

who's comfortable helping gangsters.

- You have no idea how hard it is to be stuck in the middle.

- You're better than that.

I think you're incredibly brave.

- I was friends with both Christine and Terry Hodson.

I knew them.

- Breaks my heart that no one's been caught for that crime.

I have a proposal for you.

I want you to meet with Paul Dale.

Talk to him.

See what he'll say about the murders, if he knows anything.

- No, I don't believe Paul had anything to do with it.

- So, good.

Let's hope that is proven, one way or another.

Will you talk to him?

- I'm happy to go see him.

- We may need more than that.

- What, you want me to wear a wire?

You're kidding.

That puts me in a really awkward situation. I mean--

- You've been in that kind of situation before.

- I really haven't.

- Thought you were on our side, Nicola.

- Look, I'm happy to go talk to him.

- You're not his lawyer, though, strictly speaking.

- Strictly speaking, no.

But even so, if this got out, that I did this,

it would wreck my career, my name, everything.

Fucking cops.

I'd given them Carl.

Mokbel had vanished.

And now they wanted Paul Dale?

I wasn't gonna wear a wire.

And I would have said no, except...

Then this happened.

After everything I'd done,

anyone could have been responsible,

but it was probably Carl.

- I've waited.

I've been accommodating. - Yeah, you're a mate.

- You said you'd wear a wire.

- Carl Williams called me out - Talk to Paul Dale

and find out if he knows anything.

- as an informer, and someone tried to kill me.

- We think that was just a warning.

- They blew up my car!

Don't be an idiot.

I have to wait for Dale to call me,

to say that he wants to talk.

- I don't see why you can't just call him--

- Or else he'll be suspicious.

If I initiate a meet, he'll know I'm up to something.

Think about it. I gotta wait for him.

- As long as you're not backing down on what you offered.

- How could I?

- Tomorrow Overland is announcing a $1 million reward

for any information leading to the conviction

of whoever killed the Hodsons.

- But aren't you worried that kind of money,

it'll just bring out the nutters.

- Well, gotta shake the trees.

- And get the monkeys.

♪ It's a mighty dark cloud ♪ ♪ That's comin' up today ♪

♪ It's a mighty dark cloud ♪ ♪ That's comin' up today ♪

♪ Over yonder there's a dark cloud comin' ♪

♪ Your wife is jumpin' ♪

♪ And you better keep runnin' ♪

♪ There's a mighty dark cloud ♪

♪ Comin' up today ♪

♪ Mighty dark cloud is comin' up today ♪

♪ Up today ♪

- You wanted to see us?

- Where's Overland?

- Yeah, he doesn't come to meetings like this.

- But you'll keep him up to speed, won't ya?

- Mm.

The Deputy Commissioner will be informed

of any useful information that you give us,

but, Carl, none of us are sure you have any.

- Oh, I've got useful information.

I've never been a dog before.

- Well, there's a first time for everything.

- Well, I don't like talking to cops.

- Then Carl Williams gave the cops a statement.

After he'd got them to pay

his daughter's private school fees,

waive his Dad's tax bill,

and maybe knock a few years off his sentence.

- It was that lawyer, Nicola Gobbo.

She sent me a message saying that

Sergeant Paul Dale wanted to talk.

He'll say I'm lying and making this up,

but in 2004, I met up with him in Blackrock,

where he was working construction

'cause you pricks suspended him.

- And what'd he want?

- He wanted me to find someone, to do a job.

- Well if you're referring to Terry Hodson,

Dale says he has nothing to do with it.

- Of course he does.

A few days later,

I met up with Rod Collins.

Now Rod's always looking for work.

Says he knew Terry.

Could easily get in the house.

- Please, mate. Come on, I'm begging you.

Please, mate.

- 150 grand was left in me Mum's wheelie bin.

- 150 grand? Where did that come from?

- Well, there was talk of money being stolen

from the Oakleigh drug house,

money that was never found.

I gave the money to Rod and that was pretty much it.

What'd you do his wife for? The sheila?

- It's not for you to own now, Carl.

- I never said nothin' about that.

- Yeah, well she was there. Shit happens.

- Why are you telling me all this?

- For the million bucks, stupid.

- Do you have anyone who can back up your story?

- Yeah. Yeah, me Dad'll say that I was with Dale.

And Rod Collins'll back me up, if you can get him to talk.

- After Carl gave his statement,

Paul Dale got in touch with me, asked me to meet.

What if he sees it?

- He won't.

Just stay calm and play it right.

- Yeah, but what if he does?

- Run.

- That's a plan?

- Just get him to corroborate Carl's statement.

- I hear they keep dragging you

into places and asking-- - Nine times.

- Bloody hell.

- They played some phone calls

between me, you, and Carl Williams, and just shit.

You know, all they're trying to show

is that I had a relationship with Carl,

that's what they're trying to say.

It seems that Carl's made

a very in-depth statement against me.

- Accurate or not?

- Oh, very accurate.

- Very accurate?

- Accurate to the point that

every time we met, he seems to have documented it.

There's some things that only him and me knew.

- Well, just say, hypothetically, for the sake of argument

that you did have an arrangement with Carl.

- Mm.

- And only you and him knew.

- Mm.

- Why aren't you charged?

- Well that's right. I mean...

Hey, do you wanna go for a walk?

- Nah.

If anyone's watching it makes us look even more suspicious.

- Right.

Fuck me. I hate Victoria Police.

They've ruined every relationship I've made in 17 years.

- I hate 'em too, mate.

- I got a feeling that

the police are close to laying charges.

Have you heard anything?

- No.

We talked for hours.

Poor bastard.

I think he was just there trying to find out what I knew.

- Accurate, or not?

- Oh, very accurate.

- We got him. You heard him.

Carl's statement was "very accurate."

- Dale was talking about meetings.

He never said anything about criminal activity.

I think you're overcooking the chicken, Susan.

It'll get tossed in court.

All Dale says is that he met with Carl.

A lot of cops meet with crims.

- Why couldn't you get him to say any more?

- I can't come right out and say,

"Hey mate, tell me who killed the Hodsons."

- Yeah, but you started talking about his kids,

and his mechanic business-- - I've gotta make small talk!

- And then you started talking about his wife

when she showed up--

- Well, what do you want me to say?

"Piss off, I'm taping this?"

Fuck! I got as much as I could.

- I think you were right.

The conversation you had with Dale wasn't quite enough.

- I know, I tried-- - We have Carl's statement,

his father's statement, and a man I can only call Witness B.

But that won't be enough to charge Dale

with the Hodson murders.

They're all criminals.

Unless a reputable witness corroborates it,

even Carl's statement won't carry much weight.

- Well, that's not my fault.

- The Hodson murders go to the very heart

of people's faith in the criminal justice system.

I must solve them.

You understand that, don't you?

- Well, I understand that you'd like to, but--

- No, no, no.

Not "like." Must.

- After Dale is arrested,

we're gonna need you to testify

about the meetings between him and Williams--

- Testify? I can't testify.

In open court?

- We'll deregister you as Informer 3838,

- No, no, no, no, no, no!

There's no way! - and we'll refer to you

only as Witness F.

- They'll figure it out!

When they hear what Witness F says,

everyone will know it's me!

- Even if they do, no one's gonna care.

You're turning on a cop.

- I won't testify at the Committal.

I'm not doing it.

- Nicola, you know I have you on tape

facilitating a meeting between Dale and Williams.

- What are you getting at, Susan?

- It's enough to charge you as an accessory.

- Bullshit!

- It's simple.

Do you wanna be a witness, or the defendant?

- Where's the bathroom?

Is there a bathroom here?